’Ha!’saidtheKingandGlumboso，lookingveryflurried；buttheformer，collectinghimself，said，’DearPrinceBulbo，IforgottointroducetoYourRoyalHighnessmydearnephew，HisRoyalHighnessPrinceGiglio!Knoweachother!Embraceeachother!
Giglio，giveHisRoyalHighnessyourhand!’andGiglio，givinghishand，squeezedpoorBulbo’suntilthetearsranoutofhiseyes。GlumbosonowbroughtachairfortheRoyalvisitor，andplaceditontheplatformonwhichtheKing，Queen，andPrincewereseated；butthechairwasontheedgeoftheplatform，andasBulbosatdown，ittoppledover，andhewithit，rollingoverandover，andbellowinglikeabull。Giglioroaredstilllouderatthisdisaster，butitwaswithlaughter；sodidalltheCourtwhenPrinceBulbogotup；forthoughwhenheenteredtheroomheappearednotveryridiculous，ashestoodupfromhisfallforamomenthelookedsoexceedinglyplainandfoolish，thatnobodycouldhelplaughingathim。Whenhehadenteredtheroom，hewasobservedtocarryaroseinhishand，whichfelloutofitashetumbled。
’Myrose!myrose!’criedBulbo；andhischamberlaindashedforwardsandpickeditup，andgaveittothePrince，whoputitinhiswaistcoat。Thenpeoplewonderedwhytheyhadlaughed；
therewasnothingparticularlyridiculousinhim。Hewasrathershort，ratherstout，ratherred—haired，but，infine，foraPrince，notsobad。
Sotheysatandtalked，theRoyalpersonagestogether，theCrimTartarofficerswiththoseofPaflagonia——GiglioverycomfortablewithGruffanuffbehindthethrone。Helookedatherwithsuchtendereyes，thatherheartwasallinaflutter。’Oh，dearPrince，’shesaid，’howcouldyouspeaksohaughtilyinpresenceofTheirMajesties？IprotestIthoughtIshouldhavefainted。’